Sometimes I managed to get <br />some broken grains of wheat, rice, milo <br />from Governments draught relief grant <br /> <br />Standing in the long queue of charity reliefs <br />my little brother perspired in the hot sun <br />How intensely I wished <br />to give him some red toffees, cheap lozenges <br />Then, putting my hand in my empty pocket <br />I used to shrink within myself <br />My humiliated self smouldered within me <br /> <br />In the evening <br />mother served us streaming porridge <br />in cracked bowls <br />and licking the bowls, and licking the bowls <br />my meek siblings and I <br />slowly grew up <br />day after day, bit by bit<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-after-day/
